Story of the week
So while i'm at work i notice a very attractive indian looking girl who comes in once in a while. I was even thinking of talking to her if she ever came to my register which is big step for me because i'm not to great with girls. ( if you seen my picture you know why)
On a seperate plane we just hired a couple of new people at work and all of them are pretty cool except for this one douschbage. He's loud and thinks everything he says is funny.
On an intersecting plane i'm standing by the exit door greeting the customers and talking to this other girl, when the very attractive girl and the douschebag come by. the girl i was talking to is friends with the two so i guess im a little bit more comfortable in conversation...
The asshole asks me "are you new..." i say no but he continues with "Oh I saw this hindu kid the other day and i thought he was you..." I shake my head and say that of course all brown people look alike. No on gets my sarcasm.
They finally leave and I tell the girl i was talking to that i hated the douschbag with a great passion then she reconfirmed my suspicion that the attractive girl was his girlfriend...
I like how life tends to piss on my face alot...